Deceiver de Amarna Reign

Bury me in hills of sand
lie by lie you took my hand
the promises you made to me
now bury me as grains of sand

I'll rip the teeth from the beast
i'll cut the tongue from this deceiver's mouth
break the grasp of false prophet's hold
let you fall into your fear
let you fall into your own doubt
There's no way down
when you drug us down to the bottom
there's no way down, when your lies have cast you

Deceiver

If you were who you said you were
you would already know this
you would be here now
and the things you had done
would speak for themselves

Your blindfold is a mirror
you see nothing but yourself
to damn the ones that fight for you
ignore their screams and cries for help
so welcome to the desert
this is the nightmare you've created

So reach a hand, Grab ahold
Of lives you've shattered, from lies you'vetold
Reach a hand, Grab ahold
this is your last chance to grab ahold.